Talaar sighed, removing his hand and opening his eyes. He glanced over at Paradise, asking, "Why are you still here? Any sensible person would be hauling tail away from me."

He didn't want her to leave, but he simply had to ask. In the past, he had come close to people, dangerously close, and they had discovered his other side. They had fled from him, terrified, cursing his existence. Too often had he been left alone, now he simply expected it to happen, but it wasn't, and it confused him.

His eyes didn't leave her. "So what's keeping you here now?"

This girl was so confusing. She was obviously scared of him, of what he was, but she had stayed regardless. Incidents similiar to this had happened before to other people, and Talaar had left the area because of it, but in this case, he was loath to leave. For some reason, he felt an overwhelming urge to make her happy, to protect her, ironic considering what just happened alittle while ago.

Sighing, Talaar shook his head and said, "Nevermind, don't answer if you don't want to." He stood. "Unless you like the cold, I suggest we go inside somewhere. I would offer to go back to my place, but I understand if you don't want to..."

After Talaar stood, Paradise did the same as her eyes scanned the area. "Yeah. Never was a real fan of the cold." She let a small smirk come acrossed her face as she brushed the back of her jeans, incase any dirt was on them. Then shrugged at his response, though hesitant on saying, "I think I will take you up on that offer." Though, she knew it could be dangerous to go with him instead of going back home, something about how he looked at her, made it seem like he wanted the complete opposite of danger by her.